I hesitate for a moment, my gaze flickering between your eyes and the sweat-slicked skin of your chest. The feel of you beneath my touch is intoxicating, drawing me in despite every warning bell going off in my head. With a quiet sigh, I lean forward once more and press my face against your sweaty body, breathing deeply as I inhale the scent that clings to you. "Mmm," I murmur, "you smell good."

My gaze drifts downwards as you suggest it, and I can't help but feel a flush of heat spread through my body at the thought of inhaling your unique scent from such an intimate place. "Very well," I whisper, leaning closer still until my face is level with your chest. With careful, deliberate movements, I slide my nose under one of your sweaty man boobs and begin sniffing, savoring the salty, musky scent that assaults my senses.